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"We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once."
The Ingress has pulled you in. Your body experiences several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. Once equilibrium has been reestablished, you will notice you are standing on a long platform and that the room is filled with a soft cerulean light. It's slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you, and nothing is familiar. Shortly after, you are led out and toward the medbay.
Inside this room, you are given a physical scan and offered a contract to sign that states you are now part of the crew of the Moira with a specific job. Any questions you might have would be answered in a straightforward manner as well as an explanation about how the Ingress, the thing that has pulled you onto the Moira, is broken and bringing people here unintentionally. This process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health, and afterwards, you are given your MID, a device that is integrated into your hand or wrist with only the slightest pinch. From there, you are guided out of the medbay and to your living quarters.
At first, this month seems no more unusual than the previous one for those who have been aboard the Moira for any amount of time. The crew who had landed on the slaver outpost were rescued, and with everyone aboard, the ship has pushed forward into the darker parts of the Runoff. Anyone arriving through the Ingress follows the same routine—moving from the Ingress room into the Medbay for their physical and contract before being assisted by seasoned crew members and helped to their assigned decks. But all familiar things must eventually come to an end: two final travelers come through the Ingress. The first, and most noticeable difference between them and all the others, is their clothing. Both are dressed in standard Moira uniforms, though they bear the insignia of one sharing the same rank as Captains Cúrre and Thán. After a moment to take in all the people on the platform ahead of them, one of the two latest arrivals approaches one of the Ingress panels and begins to manipulate the controls. The Ingress completely shuts down. Unlike before, however, there isn’t an imbalance felt across the ship; everything remains normal and stable.
Utilizing the computer systems located in the Ingress room, they send out the following message to the crew via the MID:To all those aboard this vessel: I am Ira Phirun, assigned captain of the Moira. First Mate Egan and I will be commandeering all rights to the ship as soon as word is sent to those currently in charge. Expect a more detailed report as soon as all records and logs in Navigation have been reviewed by myself and the First Mate. All questions will be answered in a timely matter. For now, there will be no interruption of daily routine or reprimand if conduct among ranks is broken. Thanks for your time. Heading to Navigation, the Captain and First Mate, for seemingly unknown reasons, approach Navigator Manasseh and have her show them all records and logs of the Moira. Those working in Navigation when the Captain and First Mate arrive will see Mana greet them in a professional manner. Oddly, the Captain and First Mate act very familiar with the Navigator. They review all documents, but when they come upon news that the Ploiatos is on board, their mostly friendly demeanor shifts quickly. The Captain issues a sharp order, unintelligible to those who are close enough to overhear parts of their conversation, and without any warning at all, Mana loses consciousness and collapses right there on the bridge. Within minutes of this happening, the ship as a whole falls into a low power state with basic functions only. Mana’s MID alerts Medbay, and without hesitation, Captain Cúrre places her in cryo with strict orders to those who work there not to disturb the unit.
As promised, the Captain and First Mate soon address the crew.☄ lights down low The lighting has dimmed in all the rooms and halls, the normally crisp air that is pumped from the vents low, and all machines and tech are running at half-speed. These effects can be found throughout the ship. Water in the showers remain hot for only a few minutes before reverting to cold. Recreational equipment powers off not long after it has been turned on. The sanitation and water filtration systems require an hourly manual reboot, and all unused areas of the ship have no power allotted to them until a crew member steps inside. Even then, most functions are not optimal. It’s as if the Moira has been transformed into a dark house with only a candle flickering on the window sill. ☄ reuse & recycle The Captain and First Mate are quick to establish that this is a new regime and go about making the ship and its crew more efficient in the wake of their change in course and the low power state of the ship itself. This means they will systematically inspect each occupied barracks room and leave notes for what needs to be disposed of or stowed away. Unlike before, this is no longer a pleasure cruise, and each member of the crew is a guest on board; they will not tolerate useless clutter. Anything seen as unnecessary will be either placed into storage in the Cargo Bay or disposed of through the airlock. This new need for efficiency also extends to the need to conserve resources until they reach their destination. The showers are set to an automatic timer to minimize water waste. Those few minutes of hot water are all a crew member is now given. Meals are smaller, bordering on ration sizes, and luxuries are done away with entirely in order to preserve supplies so that the ship can go longer before needing to dock at a planet. ☄ new jobs, same faces The Captain and his First Mate, as expressed in their addressing of the Moira, explain that work efficiency is a priority. Applications for a head of the following departments will be accepted for a short period: Navigation, the Tower, Medbay, Defense, the Hold, Sanitation, Ingress work, and the Galley/Mess Hall. (Here.) After reviewing what they receive, one head of department will be chosen and tasked with helping crew find positions relevant to those departments and their own skillsets. They will be allowed to retain any positions that they held before that aren’t ship-functional jobs, but they will have to be done in leisure time. In two weeks time, they’ll be accepting department position applications which will be approved, and all those that do not apply will be assigned in accordance with their initial work application. They will also choose three individuals to act as guards of Ploiatos to ensure that there is a rotation available at all times. Will you choose to follow this new decision and promote yourself into a position of responsibility? Or will you simply wait for a reassignment?
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thisavrou_log2016-08-01 12:13 am
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Besides, it sounds like those skills had come in handy for him later down the line.
It's not like Snake is looking to get his head caved in, but somehow he doesn't think it'll go that way. The kid's probably got more control than he realizes, if he'll just put the effort in. That being said, Snake isn't going to rush right into one-on-one sparring either, if there's a chance it's really as bad as what the kid's saying. ]
Once the sims are back online, I'll take a look and see what you can do. We'll go from there. [ It sounds reasonable, even if Snake doesn't consider himself much of a teacher. Maybe Miller would be the better person to handle this, but... he's got enough on his plate already, and it's about time that Snake stepped up. ] What's your name? [ Snake follows and pauses by the edge of the mat, watching with curiosity. ] I'm Snake.
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he couldn't keep andyr safe from the people who'd wanted to take him, but what he'd taught him had at least given a seventeen year old enough ability to cling to some sliver of dignity, some weak strand of pride that he's been clutching ever since in a desperate grab to hold onto his sanity. something to say they haven't broken me yet.
andyr nods for the suggestion. that seems like the smarter route. the sims will hopefully be back up soon, and andyr will feel much more at ease with it if it's just pixels he's ripping apart. and snake can make the choice of if he really wants to try to fix this. ]
Andyr. What kinda name is Snake?
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Andyr's hardly the first person to comment on Snake's title. He shrugs one shoulder. ] A codename. [ It's as simple as that, and at least some people are able to make extrapolations about him from that small piece of information.
It's enough to tip most off to the fact that he's some kind of special ops, at least.
Snake crosses his arms over his chest then, waiting to see what Andyr's going to do on the mat. He'd like to be impressed, but that remains to be seen. Andyr may have lifted that barbell, but that's a product of pure strength alone. It doesn't tell Snake much about skill level. ]
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It seems more like an obstacle course than anything else. Less to show Snake anything, as that’ll apparently happen in the sims, but more because he feels a need to move. ]
So what’s your real name? [ he’s remarking while he works. ] Or is it just that you get to know mine and I don’t get to know yours?
[ which doesn’t seem fair, and yeah, he’s acting miffed about it, part because he’s a brat and part because he doesn’t trust people to begin with - even more when they’re outright withholding information. ]
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Strange as it might seem, it isn't that common for someone to outright ask for Snake's name like this. Meryl had done it, and so had Otacon, but that had been during an extreme situation where they'd thought their lives were at stake.
So at the question, he nods. ] Pretty much. Sorry, kid. In my line of work you don't give out information like that to someone you've just met.
[ Maybe he'll tell Andyr eventually, but even then it's only likely to happen if Andyr continues to bother him about it. The kid can be annoyed by it, but he could have given out an alias too if he'd wanted, and Snake wouldn't have thought twice about it. ]